She took the extra time to apply some make-up, something she hadn’t given any thought to since she had started working for the cleaning service. Standing in the vanity mirror applying her eye shadow, she caught sight of her copious bush, and decided that she should do something to lessen it’s visibility under the apron. Then she donned the costume and stood before a full length mirror inspecting herself. A long forgotten sensation tingled in her lower belly as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were very hard and were very obvious even to a casual glance through the flimsy white blouse, and the apron and skirt seemed even shorter than when she had first tried them on only a few days earlier. The hem not being only a few inches below her uncovered crotch. She still hadn’t mastered the heels, so she walked carefully from the dressing room and down the back staircase to the kitchen.



The front doorbell rang at about 5:20 and Kara went to answer it. She stepped back in shock when she saw what awaited her. A heavy-set black woman dressed in a bright crimson red corset and thigh high black patent leather boots stood at the door, and in her hand she held a studded leash that was clipped to the ring that was imbedded at the tip of the penis of a white man in a black leather hood with a zipper across his mouth. He was a solid six foot two inches tall and weighed about 160 pounds. His nipples were pierced as well with hoop rings that had silver bells dangling from them. He wore buckskin chaps that left his sex completely exposed, and a heavy chrome weight was clamped somehow around his scrotum, stretching his balls at least four inches below his cock. He bore brands on his chest just above each nipple that appeared to be a monogram of some sort.



Kara suddenly realized that she was staring, so she pulled her eyes away, but they landed back on the black woman. It was then that she noticed the whip that dangled from her belt.



What are you gawking at chile the women demanded firmly? I am a guest of Sir Richard, the Master of this house, and I do not approve of your rudeness!”



Kara was so stunned that she hesitated a few more moments, then she held the door open and stepped aside stammering, wo.won’t y.you p.please.c.c.come in?”



That’s more like it, chile’. If you’re planning on being in Sir Richard’s employ for very long, you’d be best to study up on your etiquette.



The woman pushed past Kara with the naked man, leaving Kara trembling as she closed the door. Kara immediately ducked into the half bath in the foyer and tried to find some solace in the mirror. What was going on? What had she gotten herself into? She pulled up her dress and squatted on the toilet, and it was then that she realized that she was wet from what she had just witnessed.



Just as she was getting straightened out in the toilet, the front doorbell rang again, Kara hurried to answer it, and was greeted by a slender and distinguished looking gentleman of about sixty years. He was wearing a fine fitting three piece suit, complete right down to the gold watch chain that spanned across the vest on his narrow waist. He had silver white hair and a meticulously trimmed matching white full face beard. To His left, and standing slightly behind Him, was a naked woman, also about sixty years old. She was about five foot four and weighed a bit under one hundred pounds. Kara’s eyes widened when she caught sight of the woman’s missing left breast. The harsh tight scars of a radical mastectomy shining in the light. She was in shackles and her feet were hobbled by leg irons on a short, but stout chain.



Good evening, young lady, the gentleman’s deep baritone voice boomed, I am Sir Edmund, and this is the lady catherine. We are expected.”



Ce.certainly, s.s.sir. P.please, won’t you c.come in?”



Kara was unable to control her stammering at what was unfolding before her eyes. Her mind was racing as she watched the couple make their way to the living room. And just as she was about to close the heavy front door, she spotted another couple walking up to the door. One of the women was dressed in a light pastel sun dress all in subtle blues and greens, that showed off her richly tanned skin. She wore a broad brimmed hat and carried a folded parasol. But it was the other woman who completely threw Kara. She was naked, and her body bore absolutely no body hair. Her pubis and head were shining in the rapidly ebbing light. Both of her breasts had been run through with a thick steel rod with large round caps on the ends. Heavy U shaped clasps hung from the bar and encircled her breasts. Her breasts were both heavily scared. One in a vicious haphazard fashion, and the other seemed to have been done in an intentionally and carefully applied series of patterns.